Poetry

Thoughts.

Tumultuous mind
In a flaked-out body.
Echoing thoughts
Throughout the night.

The cold, it stings
Piercing to the bones.
Dark and consuming
As frost winds blow.

But souls, detached.
Do not feel the bite,
Cause all that matters
Is not visible to the naked eye.

Running aimlessly
Out of breath and bitter.
Trapped in a riddle
We all call life.

When the soul is battered
Bruised to the core
The present fades
Disappears, all more

All that is needed,
Is a solace to calm
The empty soul
And make it whole.

Melbourne, 21st July 2016.

 

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